254 - What was the longest day of your life?
She’s freezing-even if it’s spring now the night feels cold as the weather was before the Lion came-as she and Susan approach the table.
He looks so small this way, not at all like the creature she’d met earlier, the Lion who seemed to take up all of the world when you looked at Him closely. His mane is under her feet, around her shoes, and the bristles from where it was shorn look sharp as needles in the faint light.
It’s wrong. She knows the term sin, but she’s never understood it until right now, staring at the dead beast before her. She wants to run and find the witch, slam the dagger Father Christmas gave her into her throat, and she wants to run away, back through the woods to the spare room, and she wants her mother, and she wants nothing more than to bury her face in Aslan’s cold body, tear away the cords and spread her hands over his fur and pretend it’s warm and alive again.
She knows, logically, that the morning will come, but right now it feels like that day-from meeting Aslan to the rescue of Edmund to now, at the side of the table listening to her sobs mix with her sister’s own-has gone on forever.
Dawn is eternity away.
Muse: Lucy Pevensie
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Words: 223
He looks so small this way, not at all like the creature she’d met earlier, the Lion who seemed to take up all of the world when you looked at Him closely. His mane is under her feet, around her shoes, and the bristles from where it was shorn look sharp as needles in the faint light.
It’s wrong. She knows the term sin, but she’s never understood it until right now, staring at the dead beast before her. She wants to run and find the witch, slam the dagger Father Christmas gave her into her throat, and she wants to run away, back through the woods to the spare room, and she wants her mother, and she wants nothing more than to bury her face in Aslan’s cold body, tear away the cords and spread her hands over his fur and pretend it’s warm and alive again.
She knows, logically, that the morning will come, but right now it feels like that day-from meeting Aslan to the rescue of Edmund to now, at the side of the table listening to her sobs mix with her sister’s own-has gone on forever.
Dawn is eternity away.
Muse: Lucy Pevensie
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Words: 223